The A-Team

Fuck yeah.



Here at Backbone Adventure Cycling, we are the "A-Team" of cycling teams. Always looking out for the underdog, the little guy, when odds are stacked against him...we come in and kick ass. Even though we were a "crack team" of Vietnam-bred commandos who never seem to hit shit with a half million dollars of automatic weapons, we still always seem to get the job done. It's not easy. It takes a great group of team members and sponsors, and here's a quick recap of my day to explain why...

This is Vegas Bob. He has raced his team issue Tomac Carbide for two season now. He could have sold it and spent the money on hookers and blow (my choice, clearly). Instead, he knew he was getting a new one and decided to have the rear-end completely re-built, then he tore the bike down the day his new frame arrived and shipped the old one to me (on his dime, by the way). Why? because his team rider clear across the country was in dire need of a sweet bike. It arrived today at 1p.m.

I pulled the deftly packed frame from it's box at 1:30 today, and then immediately phoned TOMAC BIKES owner Joel Smith for some advice. He checked his web browser on the phone and called me back...repeatedly...with calm and collected answers that allowed me to spend my day off driving all over OHIO to get parts to bring this project to fruition by 9p.m. Try calling anyone else at a bike company at home, let alone after 5pm, and see what happens...






I had the Carbide back at home by 5p.m. and began frantically building. After wrecking my truck to procure parts for Jeff's bike, spending two hours driving and three hours to expertly craft this bike, and over 200 bucks in small parts to finish it, it was born.



Jeff arrived to see a team-issued, factory frame waiting for him to go out and break in at a 24hr race in Wisconsin he is en route to as we speak. He didn't bring his bike from home, counting on all the parts to come together prior to his arrival in Columbus from Kentucky. Thanks to my A-Team, he was not disappointed.



The bike cost a ton of money.. for me, Vegas Bob, and Joel at Tomac Bikes. However, it arrived as promised from California, box still smoking from the Brown Santa who delivered it via UPS. It took every second of my day to make this happen, but because we are surrounded by some BAD ASS MOTHER F*****S, I can proudly say tonight that...





...."I Love It When A Plan Comes Together."